Chen Pengke got the opportunity to speak: "Yes, Wang Nan will go to your deskmate's house later, and it will be not easy to come."

Wang Nan cursed in his heart: You are so sexy! You think you are as sexy as you, but you have to be polite: "I want to go but I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

Before Liu Xiaolu could speak, Chen Peng replied again: "What's inconvenient to go to classmate's house to play for a while? Let's go after dinner."

Go, your sister! Wang Nan really wants to strangle this guy to death.

"I think you dislike our family as good as yours, so you don't want to go at all." Liu Xiaolu's killer move completely defeated Wang Nan.

"Who said that, go now and leave!"

"Wow! It smells so good. Who is cooking?" Liu Xiaolu said as she walked to the kitchen: "I haven't eaten yet. We'll go home after eating."

Why do you feel awkward as you hear this? When we go home again, we have a home? Wang Nan felt awkward and the others didn't care at all.

Martin didn't go out when he heard the words. He had caused trouble in his previous life, so he would not speak in this life, so he would not speak, so that he would not be able to escape the recurrence of his old love, but he couldn't hide it. He lifted the curtain and came in.

"Isn't this Martin? He can cook."

"Haha, do it nonsense."

"It smells pretty fragrant."

"Is that so? The kitchen is so smokey, just wait outside." Martin held the wok and began to concentrate on stir-frying, and Liu Xiaolu didn't talk too much to return to the living room.

As the Chinese New Year was over, every refrigerator was full, so Martin quickly managed a table of dishes.

"How is it? I said that Martin's skill is good, and now it's good!" Chen Peng's hormones in his body were probably up to the highest level, and he was in an excited state.

Chen Hairong said apologetically: "Our home only has red wine, is it OK?"

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can't drink it." Martin hurriedly refused, then pointed to the other two and said, "They're okay, you can drink some."

Wang Nan waved his hand: "I can't do it! I can't drink wine."

Liu Xiaolu advised, "Drink some, it's not spicy wine, red wine is similar to drinks." After that, he helped Hairong pour a glass of Wang Nan.

Wang Nan was still trying hard to resist: "Martin and I really had something to do in the afternoon, so we really couldn't drink."

"It's okay to drink yours, I'll do it alone in the afternoon."

My grass! This is a way to take advantage of the situation. Wang Nan gave Martin a fierce look. Unfortunately, he was concentrating on dealing with the delicious food in front of him and didn't even look at him.

"Then I only have this cup, I couldn't drink it."

Of course, Martin's craftsmanship was not made. The group of people couldn't help but admire him with relish. Wang Nan and Chen Peng also persuaded him to drink two more glasses.

After dinner, Chen Peng consciously followed Hairong to wash dishes. Liu Xiaolu invited Wang Nan to sit at home for a while. Martin kept giving the fire a speech and successfully sent his brother out.

"BUS! I'll go out for a while, you guys will stay here first, and come to pick you up when I'm done."

"Oh, go, don't forget to come back to cook in the afternoon."

"Your uncle, I'm addicted to eating, right? This is how your family entertains guests. You either make lunch or Chen Hairong makes it. I'm leaving and won't be a light bulb."

Martin went downstairs and drove away from the living area. He first went to Liu Jin to change his clothes. Seeing that there was no place he needed to help him, he drove to the place he had planned.

In Qingliang Mountain, Quan County, Martin dared not forget this place. When he was eighteen years old, he came here with his uncle from afar. His uncle had also heard of this place in a distant southern city, which made Wang Nan at that time very puzzled.

My uncle went up the mountain with a pious heart, while Wang Nan looked around with a playful heart;

My uncle asked the Taoist priests from the Taoist temple in the mountains to calculate their fate and offered him a thousand yuan. At that time, Wang Nan was unwilling to do so, so his uncle gave him three hundred yuan, and he actually gave so many stinky Taoist priests he didn't know. Wang Nan pointed at the Taoist priest and cursed.

The uncle dragged his nephew away, and then secretly came alone to accompany him. The scolded Taoist priest just replied indifferently: "It's destined to be, and it's useless to say more."

At that time, my uncle was puzzled, and the Taoist priest didn't say anything extra, so he had to leave.

Later, Wang Nan had frequent accidents. When his uncle recalled this, he told his sister and husband, Wang Nan's parents that his nephew should have offended the gods.

The old couple walked to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain to accompany their son in the third year after Wang Nan entered. Not to mention whether it was effective, they died in the second year because of the hidden dangers in their bodies caused by the hiking and climbing.

Martin stood in front of the Taoist temple gate recalling the past, his eyes couldn't help but become wet: Today I walked along the path I walked by my parents in my previous life, at least I believed in the cause and effect. If there is really a spirit in heaven, please give me some tips.

The door of the Taoist temple was closed tightly, but the front was cleaned very clean, which at least means that the Taoist priests or other people inside were more careful people. After hiking up the steps and coming to the door, Martin used some force in his hand, but did not push it open.

"Is there anyone inside?" The door was inserted from inside, and Martin slapped the door with his palm.

"Here you come! Why did you come!"

Is it so magical? When the locals heard this tone, they seemed to know that they were coming, and Martin's pious heart aggravated a little more.

"Squeak...ah!" As the door opened, a fairy-like image appeared in front of Martin: It was indeed extraordinary, and with the Taoist robe she wore, she looked very talented, and Martin immediately felt awe-inspiring.

"Why did you come? Come in!" The Taoist priest complained and took the lead in walking in, and Martin hurriedly followed.

"The Taoist priest knows I'm coming?"

"Nonsense! You should have come a few days ago. Is it because of the Chinese New Year?"

"Yes, yes!" Martin was impressed. He calculated very accurately and knew that he had planned to come.

"Since you are here, you will deal with all the problems you have accumulated over the years. When will you let you go when there is no problem?"

Martin thought to himself that he knew all the problems he had, but it was not appropriate to stay here forever: "Master Taoist, my living here will disrupt your cultivation. It's better to stay for only one night and come often in the future."

"Go down! I believe you often say this. How long has it been? Have you been here? I will definitely not let you go."

Martin was a little anxious and did not dare to offend him, so he could only continue to say good things: "I promise to come here often in the future and listen to your old man's teachings more."

"There is no problem in teaching, but the problem must be solved by me before I can leave. This matter is decided so there is no need to discuss it."

So domineering! He is worthy of being a master. Martin stopped talking, took steps on his legs, thinking of countermeasures in his mind, but was almost shocked by a shout.

A six or seven-year-old child suddenly appeared from the roof, crossed his waist and shouted at the bottom: "Uncle, is the person here?"

"Here you come down, I'll go and prepare first. Please greet the guests and warn you, don't fight with others!"

"I know, I definitely won't hit him! I just want to ask why he came so late."

I'll go! Even the child is so awesome, and he still wants to hit me? This is a bit too despised. Martin felt ruthless: As long as it's not Nezha's reincarnation, whoever comes will die!

I saw that the child had just agreed and flew down from the roof of five or six meters high, tapped the side wall before landing, and then stood steadily in front of Martin.

After watching this scene, Martin quickly changed his previous thoughts: Be obedient and save yourself from asking for trouble.

"Why are you here so late?"

"This... I'm very busy with something."

"You are busy celebrating the New Year, but we also want to celebrate the New Year. You have to solve the problem you have saved for half a year, right?"

"But I think I've done a good job in the past six months. I have changed a lot of my own problems and have not developed new problems. Why should I come in advance?"

"What?" The child was obviously stunned: "What are you talking about? You are a TV repairer..."

When Martin repaired the TV and computer, he almost fainted on the spot. He had been tricked for a long time and regarded himself as a repairman. He was beautiful!

"Well, little brother, I'm not a TV repairman, I'm..."

"Why aren't the one who repaired the TV here? Let me be honest, otherwise my Quanxian shadowless foot would not have eyes."

Quanxian’s shadowless foot… “Puchi!” After laughing, Martin also made a gesture: “My strong county Wing Chun is not a vegetarian.”

Both of them were sporting their starting postures in a very good manner. When the child saw that his opponent seemed to be a little surprised, his competitive spirit suddenly arose. He also forgot the advice of his elders, and a scorpion swayed his legs.

Martin certainly could not hurt the child, he could only take a step back and avoid the edge. He could feel that although the child was not old, his strength was really great.

"Why don't you fight back?" After the child attacked several times, he saw Martin just dodging, and he became angry and provoked: "Are you afraid that my uncle will deal with you? Don't worry, he won't take action. I'm enough to deal with you alone."

"This guy, we just met, why do you need to use a knife and a gun? Sit down and talk carefully, can you?" Martin persuaded him gently while hiding.

"You can try two tricks with me first and then talk later."

"I admit, I can't beat you, okay?"

"A such a big man can't beat a child, how can you gain a foothold in the world in the future?" He still attacked unyieldingly.

In fact, the more Martin hid, the more he wanted to be happy. This child was simply a little adult. He spoke one by one, and combined with the skills he showed, it should be very difficult to cultivate his people.

"Hey hey, why are you fighting? Huanhuan! Stop it!" The Taoist priest came out and saw the situation here and hurriedly stopped.

"Uncle, this person is a liar, he is not here to repair the TV."

"No, you can't do it! Well... you are not a TV repairer," the Taoist turned around and asked with a stern face: "What are you doing? What's the matter with us?"
Chapter completed!